All was good until I began cleaning the floors…that’s when my mom unexpectedly showed up.

I was getting ready for company last week.  I had been determined NOT to knock myself out cleaning the house.  I told myself “These are good friends, forgiving friends who will love me despite any failings in housework.”

“Your fooling yourself Kim” says my mom…clear as day…as if she was there in the room.  But she wasn’t, she was in my head!  “Those floor boards are really overdue for a cleaning and look at the dust on the living room shelves!  You’d better get on that”

The battle’s on!

The comfort I would otherwise feel in my home was displaced by the constant battle with my mother’s voice, picking up on all the unfinished…no unperfected housework.  I began to feel guilty for not geting to and reaching beyond to complete the developing crazy unattainable list of to -do’s.  This guilt is laced with historic expereinces; mom’s little extra sniff next to the kitchen fridge, the casual comment on the bathtub, the never ending battles done over the never perfect carpet, the ever so helpful hints on products that do wonders!

Ugh!

Seriously!?!

I had to kick my mom out!  (of my head- metaphor- in case that wasn’t clear)  There is just no room for her to be here critiquing my cleanliness.

I must take a stand and make my life sane.  I choose to be satisfied with my style, my home comfort and harmony.  In the famous words of Virginia Satir “I am me and I am okay”

This battle is DONE!

End Note:
My mom called last night She asked to sleep over tomorrow! ( literally -in real time!)
LOL an opportunity to practice my resolve! Wish me luck!